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  1. Ok then! It was a bit unclear as to what was going on. Glad to know you're still up for continuing.
  2. It didn't last very long. Sad face, but thanks for the time, guys.
  3. Kel tried to dredge up his memories on Chell Kremaru. Unfortunately, the answers seemed to just slip out of reach, until finally the words of some shadowport talk clicked in his mind. Chell Kremaru. Black marketeer dealing in exotic materials: in this case rare compounds, minerals, elements, metals, gasses. Bacta, Tibanna gas and Mandalorian Iron were solid examples. A purported Imperial sympathizer. Clearly more than that with Stormtroopers as bodyguards. It stood to reason, Kel determined, that Kremaru was doing brisk enough business with the Imperial Remnant that they wanted to protect him. Probably for his Tibanna gas trade, being a power source for the blaster of all types and sizes. "For what it's worth," he told Aurora, "I'm pretty sure this was a big enough bounty that you were willing to get in on it." It made sense for this lot. Ex-Imperials, a bunch of street kids, a cold-gazing bounty hunter, the pilot, and Kel Uno, slicer extraordinare. It was then that the guard reacted to the others' rackets. Definitely one of Kremaru's people, and unfortunately, someone with basic sense. On the other hand, it occurred to Kel that if someone was able to resist the stunning and play dead... well, he certainly wasn't going to take that gamble. Would the ex-Imp or bounty hunter dare?
  4. Kel struggled to pull himself up using the metal slab bed, taking a few tries before he reached a standing position long enough to seat himself down. For a moment, he tuned out the approaching Imperials trying to remember how he'd gotten here and winced, as his hand brushed a wad of bacta crusted over his ribs. Nor did Kel recognize the red-haired woman sitting across from him. Well, his memories could get back from their all-expenses paid trip to Coruscant eventually. Kel shifted his gaze to the force fields, the rest of the room, and the guard whom would remain on duty when the posturing Imps left the room.
  5. Name: Kel Uno Type: Slicer Species: Human Gender: Male Age: 24 Height: 5'7 Weight: 160 lb. Physical Description: Kel is a young man of moderate height, with not much in the way of muscle or physique, though he is active enough to avoid putting on too much weight. With messy black hair, green eyes without any particular glow, and an outfit straight out of the 'street style, but not stylish' catalog, Kel might seem like another 'credit a million' vaguely disreputable individuals on the fringe. Personality: A certain Corellian audacity, balanced with calculation. Kel has a certain mercenary bent - if he believed in causes, he would have joined the Alliance - but that doesn't mean he considers himself a ruthless or violent man. Direct conflict never suited hm much, slicing calls for creativity and a willingness to think laterally. Most people in the galaxy don't really think about how connected everything is, and just how that can be exploited... Capsule: Kel could have done just fine as a gifted criminal slicer on Corellia. There had been a very big, very successful operation against a bigwig affiliated with Imperial authority... Except certain utter idiots he'd worked with had went and gone crazy with their earnings, and spouted that had brought the attention of the Imperial Security Bureau. It was a sign of how stupid those unnameable were when they flipped in the belief it would save themselves. Kel only escaped because he'd went ahead and fled the planet the moment word reached him of the authorities having detained his associates. Since then, he's lived the life of a nomadic fringe slicer, always in demand. The Battle of Endor occurring a few months after he left Corellia made it all the easier to keep out of the Galactic Empire's sights. Let the New Republic take over. Kel knows he can stick to the shadows and make a comfortable living. One day he may return to Corellia, after all, a perfectly legitimate wealthy man. Quote: "Hey, when your best talent is slicing, you learn to think of how to apply it in all sorts of situations. But enough about my greatness."
  6. Name: Kel Uno Type: Slicer Species: Human Gender: Male Age: 24 Height: 5'7 Weight: 160 lb. Physical Description: Kel is a young man of moderate height, with not much in the way of muscle or physique, though he is active enough to avoid putting on too much weight. With messy black hair, green eyes without any particular glow, and an outfit straight out of the 'street style, but not stylish' catalog, Kel might seem like another 'credit a million' vaguely disreputable individuals on the fringe. Personality: A certain Corellian audacity, balanced with calculation. Kel has a certain mercenary bent - if he believed in causes, he would have joined the Alliance - but that doesn't mean he considers himself a ruthless or violent man. Direct conflict never suited hm much, slicing calls for creativity and a willingness to think laterally. Most people in the galaxy don't really think about how connected everything is, and just how that can be exploited... Capsule: Kel could have done just fine as a gifted criminal slicer on Corellia. There had been a very big, very successful operation against a bigwig affiliated with Imperial authority... Except certain utter idiots he'd worked with had went and gone crazy with their earnings, and spouted that had brought the attention of the Imperial Security Bureau. It was a sign of how stupid those unnameable were when they flipped in the belief it would save themselves. Kel only escaped because he'd went ahead and fled the planet the moment word reached him of the authorities having detained his associates. Since then, he's lived the life of a nomadic fringe slicer, always in demand. The Battle of Endor occurring a few months after he left Corellia made it all the easier to keep out of the Galactic Empire's sights. Let the New Republic take over. Kel knows he can stick to the shadows and make a comfortable living. One day he may return to Corellia, after all, a perfectly legitimate wealthy man. Quote: "Hey, when your best talent is slicing, you learn to think of how to apply it in all sorts of situations." "But enough about my greatness."
  7. Kel shook his head at Tal's bursts of enthusiasm. "Sure it seems that way at first... you're going to lose that smile before long." There was a line of course when thrill turned from exciting to nail-bitingly uncomfortable. There was as much experience and skill in in this, but if things went really wrong, you didn't really have much to fall back on. Like what had just befallen them had the Captain, the spook and Tal not decided to bust them out.
  8. Kel appeared again in the cockpit. "We got the manifest whipped up, Captain. Anything else you figure I should work on?"
  9. While the others talked with Sola Be, Kel pulled Mar aside to begin concocting the fake manifest for the viewing pleasure of Customs. At least according to Glint, he didn't have to be so worried about the Inquisitor being constantly right on their heels. Well it was still possible, but not because of the Force, if the Echani was correct. Kel certainly wasn't in a position to say he was wrong.
  10. "Someone let something slip" was Kel's summary, with a frown on his face. The timing of the message made it clear that their deal with the Twi'lek intermediary had not been as confidential as they'd hoped. "Well, on the bright side, this is useful." He added, noting the frequency given for the Interdictor. "Something that can work for a wild goose chase, yes? Wonder why we're wanted alive only." "Wait." He paused and checked back more closely. He realized what he'd missed. "This was BEFORE we met the dancer. ...I... HOW?! Please don't tell me these Force users can see the future Mar. I beg you." Kel groaned.
  11. Kel watched, stunned as the ship was freed. This outstripped Glint's demonstration by tons. Like durocrete to walls of clay. And then Zaylee had to say to check the freighter, and everyone had conveniently put themselves to other tasks. Blast it. "Looks like I'm the only one to be able to do that," Kel said, with a tone that made clear he didn't want to do that. But reluctantly, he approached the Ghtroc, blaster in hand. Please, nobody set off the explosives sure to be on that pad.
  12. Another shot on the Rodian: Jeremy *rolls* 3d6: 3+6+6: 15 Jeremy *rolls* 1d6: 5: 5 Total of 21. [Kaoleth] 8:24 pm: Nice Roll Ger. [Kaoleth] 8:24 pm: *Jer Damage roll: 8 Noir *rolls* 4d6: 3+4+3+1: 11 [Noir] 8:58 pm: it made a pretty burn on his blast vest at least AMMO COUNT: 48/50 -- "I just realized," Kel announced ruefully at the missed opportunity, "that they probably put explosives on all the pads. Unfortunately, we're talking wired setups, so I can't slice and set them off with those hired guns coming at us with the carbines. So, we could use some firepower on them, Zaylee." This time, his shot hit the Rodian, but only made a pretty burn on its vest. --- (After Zaylee's IC action) The slicer watches the shredded remains of the pad and non-living flesh come down, and leaned back behind his cover with a sigh of relief. "That'll work, Captain."
  13. One shot at the Rodian: Jeremy *rolls* 3d6: 3+3+2: 8 [Jeremy] 9:13 pm: Nope. AMMO COUNT: 49/50 -- Kel took a deep breath and tentatively snapped a shot off at the Rodian before ducking back into cover. No, he definitely wasn't going to hit well at that range. Wookie crap, he might have to wait until the carbine-armed mercs got in close... Oh, wait. Something had to interrupt in his mind, and it was the realization that they obviously set a trap, but didn't know which pad was theirs to land on. So all the pads would be wired with explosives. WOOKIE CRAP WITH INDIGESTION!
  14. [Jeremy] 6:56 pm: Initiative: Jeremy *rolls* 4d6: 4+3+3+4: 14 Drawing pistol and taking cover. -- Kel didn't have time to say 'I told you so', more interested in crouching behind the cart and drawing his blaster. He wasn't a soldier, only an average shot at best, so the slicer had every intention of keeping his head down unless the attackers got in closer - much closer. But not too close. They might actually hit him, or Zaylee.
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